right. Like CA I don't really qualify as a SMF, more of the HMF kind.
I wasn't looking to get married, infact I had a rule never to get married until I was in my late thirties, there I was minding my own business at a new years party in Soho, enjoying my sad single life, when this bird came up to me and asked me if I wanted to go clubbing. Being from a small town I've never been clubbing, to be honest I really like baby seals. I told her I'd go if she can arrange for my mates to come as well. This impressed her very much -loyalty box ticked.
She was about to get married, so when she left to go to her hubby to be I just carried on with my single lifestyle of parties, booze and drugs and thinking I was bulletproof. When she got to her new home she decided it wasn't for her and came back, to find me in a hospital with a fractured spine.
9 months later we got married, no fancy smansy wedding, just some friends, and one or two family members. Two years later she gave birth to our little girl.
Why does this make me happy? We'll, as a sad single f***er I was a tormented soul going nowhere fast, spent most of my time drinking whiskey and writing songs with my black ibanez, black curtains drawn because I had lost so many things and had been so bitter about life. I had a death wish which earned me the nickname of Captain Dangerfear by my mates. When I met her I started doing things I always only thought about when I was stoned but somehow never got to do. She gives me a lust for life previously only heard of in songs.
I'm sure every married f0cker out there will agree that sometimes things gets to much and you think of packing that guit and hitting the road, start a pink floyd tribute band or join the circus, but if you're lucky enough to get the right one you'll always be back in time for dinner.
